Today is my 29th Birthday. Mostly it was okay...but I was supposed to go out to dinner with a guy I've known - and liked - for quite a few years. As usual...he forgot and had made other plans. So, when I reminded him and made him feel guilty because it was my birthday (and he also happened to cancel on me last week) he delayed his plans until later tonight so he could buy me a drink after work.
I came home and cried. He's nice, but I don't think I can live with him standing me up all the time.
Two dickheads in as many weeks. BAH!
Happy Birthday Pert, if you'd like a birthday drink to make up for the assholes I'd be glad to try help cheer you up.